her eyes. An angel is born , born into a new life. Scatter the remains of , ashes of memories. Ashes of , ashes of , ashes of , ashes of. The ashes of memories
Spirit of the Dead outlives Memories of the Mortal. The final Cross I bore is nothing now but ashes. The Spirit of the Dead outlives Memories of the Mortal
thee your eternal kiss Your sweet embrace, is the bitter warmth I seek O' Death come close thy hands, O'er this lifeless flower Let the petals fall, upon memories
